Mere pseud posturings, a home attempt at orchestral music.
February 19, 2009
The 60Hz hum is warm and fuzzy
Heltery skeltrish cheaply trickish disassociative musical disorder enuses well into track 1 and just when your brain tells you it's time for your finger to change the track the music tricks you into listening to the next change, which really is just a variation of the previous. Complete with phony buildups and pseudo breaks, you are left wondering, "what just happened?", and "Is it over?".
Track 2, in it's post impressionistic flavored FM synthesized dissonance, somehow creates artifical harmonies with conspicuous overtones and brutally simple butt trumpet bursts of assymetrical counterpoint and syncopated mephistopholific irregularity. If your cat wears headphones, this would totally push him over the catnip horizon.
Song 3 ist eine fuzzy Antrieb über Eisen Butter fliegen day dream, es macht Sinn. Frank lächelt hinter blau jubeln mit devo in seiner Unterwäsche.